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Every August, the township of Edison, New Jersey—where one in five residents is of Indian origin—holds a parade to celebrate India’s Independence Day. In 2022, a long line of floats rolled through the streets, decked out in images of Hindu deities and colorful advertisements for local businesses. People cheered from the sidelines or joined the cavalcade, dancing to pulsing Bollywood music. In the middle of the procession came another kind of vehicle: A wheel loader, which looks like a small bulldozer, rumbled along the route bearing an image of Indian Prime Minister Narendra Modi aloft in its bucket. For South Asian Muslims, the meaning of the addition was hard to miss. A few months earlier, during the month of Ramadan, Indian government officials had sent bulldozers into Delhi’s Muslim neighborhoods, where they damaged a mosque and leveled homes and storefronts. The Washington Post called the bulldozer “a polarizing symbol of state power under Narendra Modi,” whose ruling Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP) is increasingly enacting a program of Hindu supremacy and Muslim subjugation. In the weeks after the parade, one Muslim resident of Edison, who is of Indian origin, told The New York Times that he understood the bulldozer much as Jews would a swastika or Black Americans would a Klansman’s hood. Its inclusion underscored the parade’s other nods to the ideology known as Hindutva, which seeks to transform India into an ethnonationalist Hindu state. The event’s grand marshal was the BJP’s national spokesperson, Sambit Patra, who flew in from India. Other invitees were affiliated with the Hindu Swayamsevak Sangh (HSS), the international arm of the Hindu nationalist paramilitary force Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh (RSS), of which Modi is a longtime member.

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On December 6th, 1992, a mob of 150,000 Hindus, many of whom were affiliated with the paramilitary group the RSS, gathered at the Babri Masjid, a centuries-old mosque that is one of the most contested sacred sites in the world. Over the preceding century, far-right Hindus had claimed that the mosque, located in the North Indian city of Ayodhya, was built not only upon the site where the Hindu deity Ram was born but atop the foundations of a demolished Hindu temple. The RSS and its affiliates had been campaigning to, in the words of a BJP minister, correct the “historical mistake” of the mosque’s existence, a task the mob completed that December afternoon. “They climbed on top of the domes and tombs,” one witness told NPR. “They were carrying hammers and these three-pronged spears from Hindu scripture. They started hacking at the mosque. By night, it was destroyed.” The demolition sparked riots that lasted months and killed an estimated 2,000 people across the country.

The destruction of the Babri Masjid was arguably Hindu nationalism’s greatest triumph to date. Since its establishment in 1925, the RSS—whose founders sought what one of them called a “military regeneration of the Hindus,” inspired by Mussolini’s Black Shirts and Nazi “race pride”—had been a marginal presence in India: Its members held no elected office, and it was temporarily designated a terrorist organization after one of its affiliates shot and killed Mohandas Gandhi in 1948. But the leveling of the Babri Masjid activated a virulently ethnonationalist base and paved the way for three decades of Hindutva ascendance. In 1998, the BJP formed a government for the first time; in 2014, it returned to power, winning a staggering 282 out of 543 seats in parliament and propelling Modi into India’s highest office. Since then, journalist Samanth Subramanian notes, all of the country’s governmental and civil society institutions “have been pressured to fall in line” with a Hindutva agenda—a phenomenon on full display in 2019, when the Supreme Court of India awarded the land where the Babri Masjid once stood to a government run by the very Hindu nationalists who illegally destroyed it. (Modi has since laid a foundation stone for a new Ram temple in Ayodhya, an event that a prominent RSS activist celebrated with a billboard in Times Square.) The Ayodhya verdict came in the same year that Modi stripped constitutional protections from residents of the Muslim-majority region of Kashmir and passed a law that creates a fast track to citizenship for non-Muslim immigrants, laying the groundwork for a religious test for Indian nationality. Under Modi, “the Hinduization of India is almost complete,” as journalist Yasmeen Serhan has written in The Atlantic.

To achieve its goals, the RSS has worked via a dense network of organizations that call themselves the “Sangh Parivar” (“joint family”) of Hindu nationalism. The BJP, which holds more seats in the Indian parliament than every other party combined, is the Sangh’s electoral face. The Vishwa Hindu Parishad (VHP) is the movement’s cultural wing, responsible for “Hinduizing” Indian society at the grassroots level. The Bajrang Dal is the project’s militant arm, which enforces Hindu supremacy through violence. Dozens of other organizations contribute money and platforms to the Sangh. The sheer number of groups affords the Sangh what human rights activist Pranay Somayajula has referred to as a “tactical politics of plausible deniability,” in which the many degrees of separation between the governing elements and their vigilante partners shields the former from backlash. This explains how, until 2018, the CIA could describe the VHP and Bajrang Dal as “militant religious organizations”—a designation that applies to non-electoral groups exerting political pressure—even as successive US governments have maintained a warm relationship with their parliamentary counterpart, the BJP.

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The most extreme figures in the Hindu nationalist and Zionist movements were especially frank about the nature of their partnership: “Whether you call them Palestinians, Afghans, or Pakistanis, the root of the problem for Hindus and Jews is Islam,” Bajrang Dal affiliate Rohit Vyasmaan told The New York Times of his friendly relationship with Mike Guzofsky, a member of a violent militant group connected to the infamous Jewish supremacist Meir Kahane’s Kach Party.

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In 2003, Gary Ackerman—a Jewish former congressman who was awarded India’s third-highest civilian honor for helping to found the Congressional Caucus on India—told a gathering of AJC and AIPAC representatives and their Indian counterparts that “Israel [is] surrounded by 120 million Muslims,” while “India has 120 million [within].” Tom Lantos, another Jewish member of the caucus, likewise enjoined the two communities to collaborate: “We are drawn together by mindless, vicious, fanatic, Islamic terrorism.”

[hvbris]

@uselessdevice sent: That's what I said. You're a nerd. Leah for Elliot asdfghjklghjk sorry XD from: Jurassic Park (1993) starters

Elliot looked up from his laptop, a little smile tugging at the corner of his lips. This is Leah. I've known her since we were kids. One of her foster families lived in Washington Township, and that's how we met. Leah is nothing like me, she is sociable, happy, sweet. She works as a kindergarten teacher, she has horrible taste in men. She also regularly has seizure episodes, and maybe that's why she stuck around. Maybe she knows what it's like, to be different.

"I don't see you complaining when I have to 'save' your computer because you clicked on another phishing link. How many Nigerian Princes have to lie before you stop getting scammed?" he teased, his eyes brushing over her quickly before drifting away.

Like I said, she's a kindergarten teacher. She's not exactly tech-savvy. But she doesn't know what I do, what I really do. She doesn't know that I hack her, she doesn't know I hack her shitty boyfriends too. To her, I'm just a cybersecurity engineer.

[mannytoodope]

Elliott: (voice-over)Everything was revealed.The secret of the perfect hack? Make it infallible. Hidden within the kernel is a logic bomb, malicious code designed to execute under circumstances I've programmed. Should the FBI take an image of the femtocell, all memory will self-corrupt or "explode."Why do it myself? Because that's how I learned, and I know exactly what, when, and how it's going to run. I didn't do anything harmful my first time—I just looked around—but I felt so powerful. I was 11 years old and in complete control of the Washington Township Public Library. Today is different. I hacked the world. Once I do, I'll own the Android phone of every FBI agent in that building. I'll own Evil Corp's network, applications, everything. Domain Admin. This, the thrill of owning a system, is the greatest rush.God access. The feeling never gets old.

Lone Star: I'm gonna need to talk to the old sys admin.

Elliott: The old IT guy set this up. There's an encrypted database on the old server I'm gonna need access to.

Lone Star: You wanna talk to RT?

Elliot: If that's his name.

Lone Star: I'll talk to Ray and see what's what.

[kunosoura]

top 5 dark souls 1 fight club spots

5. Oolacile Township, entryway. this was The home of the pvp meta after the DLC dropped. Great fun if you like the entire club ganging up on random invaders who don't play along.

4. the depths, before the blighttown gate. Oddly cozy despite being in a literal sewer.

3. Anywhere in painted world. A pain in the ass to navigate but very atmospheric and unique. fight clubs here have a gothic air to them, like you're taking part in a secret cult rendezvous. Was the home of many a community PVP event and the Friday Night Fight Clubs.

2. On the top of Sen's Fortress, where the gate giant chills. Brightly lit and sunny, tucked away in a hidden spot lending the affair an air of luxury and exclusivity. Closest a dark souls player will ever get to the country club feeling.

1. undead burg, by the bonfire. ol' reliable. home. comes with a built in observation deck and fight pit. anyone from the lazy bitches who started a new file and hacked in their build to the people on new game plus 25 can get there and put a sign down in no time. The undisputed king.

[joggerfive]

Sickness, Sci-Fi and Saving Room for Jesus

Fic set in early season 1, not related to any specific mission so no spoilers. AO3 link here if you prefer reading on there!

Five's favourite radio operator is struck down with an illness, and they try to cheer him up. Also Maxine is a lil shit (affectionate).

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Going on a run felt wrong without Sam in their ear.

Even after the short time Five had been a runner at Abel, they’d grown accustomed to him as their operator. His voice, his mannerisms, his sayings. Hearing anyone else in the field just felt… off. They hadn’t been able to relax into the run as they usually did, their whole body seemingly on edge as it was aware of the difference, even as they scoured for supplies.

“Did I do an alright job?” Maxine asked as Five opened the squeaking door to the comms shack, turning in the office chair so quickly that a few strands of coiled hair that had escaped her updo whipped her on the cheek.

Five nodded as they placed their headset down on the desk next to the others, careful not to jostle the left ear too much, since there was already duct tape keeping it in place.

Maxine seemed to relax at the reassurance, smiling brightly, “Good. And thanks again for going, it’s more valuable than you know. We’re lucky to have you.”

The praise made them squirm, shifting from foot to foot as they stared at the scuffed floor and their equally scuffed trainers. 

Changing the subject, they moved their hands in four quick motions, “Can I go to Sam's room?”

Maxine chuckled as if it were an absurd question, “Of course, it’s not a high school field trip.”

Five wanted to explain that they were asking to make sure that he wasn’t still infectious with whatever illness he was plagued with, rather than breaking any township rules, but didn’t bother since they’d already been given the approval they needed. They practically bounced on their heels as they moved towards the door.

“Five?”

They halted immediately and turned back around, eyebrows raised in question.

Maxine grinned impishly, “Keep the door open though, no hanky panky-”

Five rolled their eyes, taking their exit before she could see how their cheeks flushed.

As they swung the door shut, they pointedly pretended that they didn’t hear Maxine saying something about saving room for Jesus and giggling at her own joke.

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Five hadn’t actually been to the dorm previously, but judging by the… artwork on the door, it was the right one. It looked akin to something that wouldn’t be out of place on a display at a children’s school, multiple drawings in multiple colours decorating the plain wood. 

They knocked gingerly before they could look at the art any longer- Was that meant to be Eugene riding a hippo? Or another one-legged person trying to mount an… overweight horse with no neck? Or-

“Come in.” A weak voice roused, followed by a hacking cough.

They did as they were told, slinking into the small room and closing the door behind them. (If Maxine asked, it was because the germs Sam had would be more likely to spread to the rest of Abel otherwise.)

Five instantly felt a chill as a breeze crept its way up their shirt, barely repressing a shiver even if the coolness was welcome after a sweaty run. The small window on the left was propped all the way open even in the cool spring temperature. 

Sam seemed to also be feeling the cold, only his head poking out from a bundle of blankets on his bunk on the left hand side of the room, black hair mussed and pointing in multiple directions. His eyes looked tired, but they still lit up at the sight of his friend.

“Five!” The voice was weak, but still showed enthusiasm, “How was the supply run?”

They walked towards his cot, eyes scanning to see if the other residents of this dorm were also in attendance. They wouldn’t mind if Jack and Eugene were there, especially since they didn’t understand sign language other than the few words they’d learned recently, but Five did feel more relaxed when it was just the two of them.

Five gave a thumbs up with one hand as they swung their backpack down to the floor, making a loud thud when it connected to the wood. They perched at the end of Sam’s bed, both out of politeness and health orientated safety.

They signed, “Found some presents for you.”

Sam bolted upright, his blanket cocoon opening up, revealing a pac-man themed pyjama shirt underneath, then restrained his excitement. 

“You’re not really… meant to keep things to give just to one person,” he winced, scratching the nape of his neck, “Not that I’m not grateful! I am! You’ve risked your life for these and I’m just-” A cough rose up from his chest, interrupting his rambling.

Five waited until he’d gained his bearings again, then explained, “I know. But only a few things. And you can share when you’re better.”

This seemed to intrigue Sam, his head tilting to the side in a manner that reminded Five of a small puppy. He couldn’t help a smile blossoming on his face. “Okay, fine, what’ve you got?”

Five grinned in reply, lunging off the bed to unzip the bag, grasping the first item. They held the hot water bottle in their hands, the white plastic now showing a slight yellow tinge from use over time.

Once they’d placed it down on the blue and green checked bedspread, they explained, “Couldn’t find the cover, but has a lid.”

Sam looked as happy as a kid on Christmas that had been given the newest games console, grasping the item and hugging it to his chest, as if he could already feel the warmth even though it was empty. “So I can use it lying down!” 

The other hot water bottle was still discarded on the floor after he’d discovered the other day that it leaked through the lid when horizontal, which almost resulted in Sam needing medical attention for burns as well as the flu.

Five reached into the bag again, feeling for the next item, wrapping their hand around the soft object.

“What’s that?” Sam leaned forward to inspect the light blue material, which was straight with a small divot in the middle, connected by velcro in the back.

Five tapped the side of their own head, “For headaches. You put it in the fridge and-”

Their hands stopped moving, trailing off their words as Sam instantly wrapped the mask around his face. “Oh, cool! I feel like Geordi La Forge!”

Five couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, waiting until he removed the mask before signing again. He winced as he did so, the velcro getting caught in the hairs on the back of his head.

“Not cold now, but I can take it to the hospital fridge,” Five said, holding out their hands once they’d finished.

Sam dutifully gave the item back, “Thanks, those are both gonna help me and others who get sick-”

Five waved their hands to silence him, which worked instantly. “Best for last.”

Sam’s eyebrows shot up, “There’s more? You didn’t have to-”

They tipped out the rest of the bag. Multiple DVD cases hit the mattress, cascading like a waterfall.

“Firefly?!” Sam called out, grabbing the DVD showing Mal Reynolds and the rest of the team, “I haven’t seen this in ages!” 

They smiled at his excitement, watching as he inspected all of the goods.

“Star Trek TNG, New Who, X-Files…”

“No season eight though-”, They signed, remembering how they’d rummaged through the store in case the disc had fallen out of the case nearby, then been interrupted by Maxine panicking about how the zoms were trying to batter down the door.

Sam shrugged, “Who needs later seasons of X-Files anyway? Everyone knows the first few seasons are the best-”

Five simply looked at him.

“You’ve not seen X-Files?!” 

They kept staring. 

“Oh, we have to watch it together- We can make it a movie night!”

Five’s eyes widened at the implication. Usually others joined them, but a night in the rec room just by themselves-

“And Maxine! She told me once that Scully was her gay awakening-”

They brought their lips into a thin line, nodding as he continued. 

“And I know Gene’s a secret sci-fi nerd, which means he’ll bring Jack, but they’re not allowed to just…” Sam wrinkled his nose, “not pay attention to the actual show like last time. They kept sucking each other face’s off at all the good bits-”

Five laughed, remembering how Sam had argued that the couple were ‘ruining the sanctity of media’ and Jack had flipped him off without even removing his lips from his boyfriend’s.

“Anyway,” Sam shook his head as if he was trying to remove the memory from his brain, “thank you for all this. It means-”

“Sorry I couldn’t get more,” Five began, looking down at their hands as they spoke instead of making eye contact, “Mostly a run for medication so couldn’t detour to the usual spots that have the electronics - that’s why there’s the hot water bottle and mask - and I could only look at the science fiction section since that one wasn’t blocked by debris, but I could go back with more runners later to see if there’s more. You’ve looked after me since I arrived, so I wanted to look after you. And-”

They risked a glance upward to see Sam’s reaction, and were met by him simply staring at them with a dazed smile.

Their hands stopped, slowly lowering to their lap as if the sentence trailed off.

Sam remained motionless, a dopey grin still plastered across his face, with a slight pink tinge under the even more slight stubble.

Five’s brows furrowed, trying to remember what they’d said and what words they’d used. Whilst Sam happened to be the Abel citizen with the most knowledge of sign language, he definitely wasn’t fluent. 

"Did I sign too quickly? Should I sign again?” 

Sam’s reply was silent too, apart from the rustling of blankets as he moved and the huff of air that escaped Five’s lungs as he tackled them in a hug, wrapping his arms atop their shoulders and squeezing tightly.

Five’s first thought was that he didn’t smell… fresh, exactly. (No one did in the apocalypse, but fever sweats definitely hadn’t helped.) 

Their second thought was hugging back, arms curling around his middle, careful not to press too hard in case his body still ached.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice raspier than usual.

Five simply patted the small of his back in reply, unable to use their hands but not wanting to move just yet.

The two stayed connected for a few more seconds before Sam gasped and quickly pulled away. Five teetered at the sudden movement, sure that they would’ve toppled off the mattress if they didn’t have their feet on the floor.

Sam looked incredibly concerned, leaning back quickly, “Sorry, I’ve probably just given you my lurgy!” 

They shrugged in reply, brushing off his worry.

“Oh God, I hope I’m not contagious anymore. Otherwise this whole room will be turned into a quarantine zone and you’ll be stuck with me for days on end!”

Five shrugged again, this time with a smile, secretly thinking that there were definitely worse quarantining procedures than staying with an operator that yapped non-stop and a pile of sci-fi DVDs to watch.

Probably. 

[loginworlderror]

hi im marble

mostly aj classic, sometimes pw. ign is pinkydasylveon. i have been playing this game for. too long. ive had this acc since at least 2017 and ive gotten hacked like twice

you mightve seen me sitting in the corner in jamaa township. its one of my favourite hobbies

feel free to send me a buddy request:)

[myhauntedsalem]

The Hatchet Man

Around 1815, a tailor named Andrew Hellman emigrated from Germany to Virginia. He took Mary Abel as his wife and together they moved at least twice, first to Carroll County, Ohio, then to Logan County. Along the way the two of them had three children, Louisa, born in 1822; Henry in 1824; and John in 1828.

All sounds pretty normal, right? In actuality, Hellman was a lunatic who beat his wife mercilessly. When his first son was born he disowned him because he thought his wife was cheating on him with someone else. He tried to poison her but was unsuccessful.

Finally, in 1839, Andrew Hellman had his first success with homicide. He used poison again, and this time, his children Louisa and John succumbed. Henry lived only because of Mary’s valiant efforts to resuscitate him.

One can only imagine what a horrible life the Hellman’s had at a time when beating your wife wasn’t considered a big deal. Even the dead children didn’t do much to raise the alarm, apparently, because Andrew was still free when, on September 26, 1839, he hacked his wife to death with an axe. Henry once again slipped past by having the good sense to stay away that day.

They finally arrested Hellman for the hatchet murder, and they took him to jail in Bellefontaine. He then proceeded to escape before he could be tried and ride his horse to safety. He fled to Baltimore, Maryland, in 1840, and began the next chapter in his weird, psychopathic life.

In Baltimore, he took a new name, Adam Horn, married a new woman named Malinda Hinkle and moved into a house with her. They had just a couple of years to enjoy each other’s company before Hellman/Horn got sick of her and once again chopped his wife into pieces with a hatchet in March of 1843. He spread pieces of her all over the property, including an upstairs room and in a shallow grave near the orchard. Her head was never found at all. They say he saw ghost lights around the places where he hid her body parts and was scared into fleeing, therefore revealing himself.

They hung him on January 12, 1844. He was buried next to Louisa and his kids in Logan County’s Harrod Cemetery, near Huntsville, where his tombstone is said to glow with spectral light.

But the real legend is about Andrew Hellman himself, who haunts the area where he once terrorized his first family. Specifically, he roams the very rural McArthur Township Road 56, just northwest of Bellefontaine, with his hatchet in hand ready to kill anyone unlucky enough to be in his area at night. He particularly hates women. So if your car breaks down on Township Road 56 some night…be afraid.

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[honouredsnakeprincess]

I think Mr Robot and Elliot have a cold. Here are some thoughts on Season 1 episode 9-ish of Mr Robot, under the cut as always.

This episode felt shorter than usual, in part because I think it was. I liked that we got some Leon at the start of the episode, and a little more context around Elliot going to jail. I knew we'd get some follow-up on Elliot stealing that guy's dog!

Angela continues to work her way up the hierarchy of "Characters I like". I admire her resourcefulness! Every time one of her plans fails, she's immediately onto the next one, using the broken shards of the last plan to cut an opening for the new! The writers are unrelenting, of course, and so this usually doesn't work either. It's clear those nuclear regulation types aren't up to scratch!

Actually, did we know the Washington Township incident was nuclear beforehand? I was under the impression it was some kind of carcinogenic chemical thing, but considering where Angela went, I guess that isn't so!

Whiterose seems to be way more entangled in E Corp than I initially thought, but I guess this isn't too surprising considering how she was at that big event in the season 1 finale. Still, entangled enough to off previous leadership is pretty entangled! She's got some angle on the events at Washington Township too, which is unexpected. Was whatever happened deliberate?

I don't think the writers like the Chinese people or government very much.

Anyways, the bit up top about Mr Robot and Elliot having a cold was mostly a joke, but there clearly is something wrong with them, what with the flickering pseudo-teleportation business going on, and that groovy subway man. I liked his tunes, but his movements on the keys did not match them even slightly!

I'm still a little confused about the business in the prison. Was Ray's website real? I was assuming that it wasn't, and was just part of Elliot's whole deception/delusion/hallucination jazz, but considering how he mentioned to that guard about "IT problems" early in this episode's flashback, I'm back to wondering if they really were letting the guy in jail for computer hacking do IT work for the prison/warden. Huh! I mean, ultimately if we assume that ever interaction Elliot has had with Ray so far this season was at least broadly analogous to one which took place in reality (and we ought to, because blah blah long poorly substantiated tangent about rules of storytelling and conservation of detail blah blah), that's an awful lot of contact between the warden and one specific prisoner, no?

Weird business that.

I reckon Price, whose name I keep wanting to spell like the gym leader, is going to die before the season is out. Calling it now.

Overall, pretty good episode. It was short, but it advanced things along pretty well.

Right, so Stage 2 is Elliot's or Mr Robot's plan?! I don't have anything to say about that yet, but it's on my radar now, because that's what the episode ended with. Ciao ciao~

[hydralisk98]

Building locations for the next revision of Angora?

Sidestream follow-up to this article thread:

As a hobby historian in the manifestation space, can't help but wonder about some alternate outcomes and manifest what seems most interesting and useful for me. And I have gotten a couple successes as I discovered new and old topics of interest fitting my wishes like "Pacific Cyber/Metrix", Glaxnimate, DEC Alpha AXP 3000's Turbochannel as a open bus standard, FSF+Symbolics shared history... which is really interesting and sweet to unravel!

Now, while I want to get started Vtubing soon, I got a couple life habits & lively essentials to fix first and foremost. But expect me to get started soon (hopefully...);

So yes, finally onto rebuilding theology through 16^12 Angora worldbuilding! My goal is to suggest and iterate (yet another) decent theological framework for biological & also machine sophonts (aka androids) out of researching existing systems, adding in some novelties worth exploring.

Either way, GDD dump for Angora in Môsi fork (with Borksy hacks?):

Media dump:

List of rooms, levels & locations for Angora:

Shoshone scroll library (bronze age period)

Contemporary public library

Pub

Arcade

Inn

Tavern

Public plaza

Market

Institute

Hospital

Lumber Mills

Walls

Commune of Hatriah?

Museums

Autel

Temples

Computer Lab

Cybercafes

Roads

Railways

Suspended Monorail

Commute by Tramways, Buses & Subways

Residences

Commerces

Industries

Farmland

Public Schools

Hotel

Bastion

Senate

House of Commons

Experts Council

Archives

Manor

Manufacture

Factory

University

Research Center

Medical Lab

Military Base

Arsenal

Communal data center

Video rental stores

Bookstores

Forested park

Rollers' skate park

Youth community center

Nuclear Powerplant

[...]

Kate & Ava's household

"Pinegroove" cityscape

"Black Bear" suburbia

"?" metropolis

"Maskoch" township

"Maynard" township

Mesa Laboratories

EBM, ICL, Tsunami Electrics, Bull...

Pacific Cyber Metrix, Pflaumen Cooperative (DEC+ZuseKG), Utalics Cooperative (Symbolics), GLOSS Foundation (FSF / GNU), Luna Macrotronics (Sun Microsystems);

Macroware (Microsoft, NeXT, Apple, Google, Minitel...)

Rajah Palace and their "forbidden city" courtroom

Hanging Gardens

Temple of Artemis

Super Mall "Nitta" Complex

Distant future "Iron Dusk of Time" (lucid dreamscape vision quest)

Pflaumen Cooperative (4408-4545) := Free Software Foundation (GLOSS Foundation, for the Libreware licensing), Symbolics (Commercial -grade / -tier LISP software & hardware accelerators), Digital Equipment Corporation (open industry-standard hardware in PDP8, Rainbow 100 & early Alfa series), Pacific Cyber Metrix (later Alfa, Beta & Gama series with Compact, Mobile & Ultra variants)... ?

Progressives: Syndicalists, (Geocenter) Greens, Harmonists;

Neue TurboChannel (as a consortium of GLOSS Foundation, Utalics, Pflaumen Cooperative put together) standards, LibreVast (Dreamcast+3DO+M2+Nuon...) home computer system with their own Nova modules (VMU+Sifteo... + Loopy with its Magical Shop addon?);

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